Zhao Zhizhi's heart sank suddenly, and she laughed again: "Brothers, just let him play with his little tricks. In a few years, his cultivation will definitely not be as good as the brothers'."
As soon as these words came out, those brocade-clothed youths felt at ease, only that Senior Brother Xiao's eyes remained gloomy.
"What Junior Sister Wen said is true, but since Junior Brother Zhao worships under the Yuxiao Sect, we as seniors should teach him not to play around with things. If Junior Sister Wen has anything to do, go first, we still have something to say to Junior Brother Zhao,"
She didn't move for a while, "Senior brother Xiao is too lenient, with so many disciples under his sect, how can he control him. He can't become a master, and will be of no benefit to the sect."
Zhao Zhizhi felt suffocated for a while, almost out of breath.
He can't be great.
She said such words, but she was right. He is a disciple of the Three Spirit Roots, and he stands out from everyone, and cannot be compared with a talent like her.
That Senior Brother Xiao asked: "I heard that Junior Sister is in Secular's home, next to him, why do you look down on him so much?"
"Senior Brother Xiao doesn't understand the truth that cultivators want to cut off the mortal relationship. Now that the mortal relationship has been broken, how he and I are in the common world has nothing to do with the present."
"Junior Sister is still detached." Senior Brother Xiao smiled, and seeing the embarrassment in the young man's eyes, he couldn't help but push him, "Did you hear what I heard from Junior Sister? Looking at you, don't you think you're missing her? Bar?!"
He didn't say anything.
The girl thought it was funny, and raised her chin and gave him a look.
After she left, he finally withdrew his gaze from looking at her, glanced at the people who were mocking him one by one, and said suddenly: "The journey of cultivating immortality is difficult and dangerous. I don't have good spiritual roots, so I may not be able to become a great weapon, but like a flute Senior brother relies on the power of the elders like this, and only knows how to bully the incompetent disciples of the sect. Even if I only have the resources of the three spiritual roots, in the future, I can far surpass you!"
The young man in plain robes had blazing eyes and made a loud noise, which shocked the brocade-clothed youths for a moment, but within a short while, their anger was like a burning fire, burning up again, and more attacks and insults rushed towards him !
He has no fear.
Being beaten was commonplace, but this time he was beaten so hard that after everyone left, he felt his vision was blurred and dizzy, so he had to sit down against a tree trunk.
Zhao Zhizhi seemed to be floating in mid-air, looking at the scene below, looking at his bruised nose and swollen face.
This incident was gradually forgotten by him in the days that followed, looking back now, it was no different from the scene in his memory. He didn't know what the test of asking the heart was, and what kind of question in his state of mind he wanted to ask here.
He only knew that from that moment on, his Dao heart was very firm. He practiced swords and forged ahead. . Even if he had feelings for a girl, it was just a nostalgia for the happy time of his childhood sweetheart. Since then, as she said, he cut off the relationship and asked with all his heart.
He was firm in his heart, and the demon in his heart seemed to have no branches to rely on, but just before the scene changed, he suddenly saw a picture that was not in his memory!
Not far from the branch he was leaning on, a section of skirt was hastily exposed behind an old tree. It turned out that the girl turned back at some time, hid behind a tree, and looked at him quietly.
Seeing him coughing up a trace of blood, she took out a elixir from the storage space, thought about it but put it back, replaced it with a stalk of spirit grass, and then quietly cast an earth elixir on the elixir surgery.
The spirit grass burrowed into the ground with a "chi" sound, and then popped out of the grass in front of him to the left. However, the sitting teenager lowered his head and coughed violently, so he didn't notice it.
She muttered softly, and the spirit grass suddenly moved to the front right again, getting closer.
The young man still didn't realize it, so she bit her lower lip. This time, she recited the mantra a little longer, and because she was not proficient, she stumbled a bit. After she finished, she let out a long breath.
Just as he finished coughing a few times, he pressed his hands on the grass to support his body. Suddenly, he felt something scratching his palm. He reluctantly moved his hand away, only to find that there was a biyingying spiritual grass standing there!
This herbal medicine can just heal his injuries, so as not to cause disasters, even though the young man is always mature, there is also a look of surprise in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth can't hold back a smile, as if he has realized the truth from it, and there is a faint smile on his body The white light glowed, and after the light dissipated, his state was much fuller.
Not far away, the girl saw that he was a blessing in disguise, and she seemed relieved, showing crooked eyebrows and eyes.
The screen turned again, and it was the scene of the girl making a request to Lord Qingxuan.
"Junior Brother Zhao has always taken care of me. Now that he is being bullied, I can't sit idly by. Master, please help him. If you are willing to accept him as a registered disciple, those people will definitely not dare to underestimate him!"
Qingxuan's face was indifferent, and there was no ups and downs in his emotions. He only said: "You are now addicted to the mortal world, when will you be able to complete the task I entrusted to you? You must remember that you are the child of destiny. Except for matters related to the way of heaven, even It's me who is in trouble, and you don't have to take it to heart."
The eagerness between the girl's brows and eyes faded, and she had no choice but to say "yes" when she saw that the master was like this.
Zhao Zhizhi watched all this in a daze.
At that time, he was seriously injured, so he didn't think too much about it, he just said that he was lucky, and he happened to find a spiritual herb that could heal his injuries, and he made a small improvement because of his epiphany. At that time, he thanked the heavens for his unbroken path, and he will go forward indomitable in the future, but he didn't know, how could the heavens pay attention to a small Qi refining cultivator
The conversation that she "looked down on" him once again flashed in his mind, like a stream of light, but he had a new understanding.
When she belittled him every sentence, the hostility in those people's eyes gradually weakened, and when she said this, there was also resentment in her eyes. Of course she can stand by his side and protect him from being bullied with her special status inside the door, but once, twice, three times... She can't always be by his side at the right time, and he can't be weak enough to rely on She came to protect.
They are all children who came to the world of cultivating immortals from the common world, without background, without support, even though she has a special status, she is the only one who is special, and has nothing to do with them. She is struggling in a strange world, and she may not be in a better situation than them, so She could only use this "once and for all" method cruelly.
Just when his mind suddenly became clear, the scene below changed again. This time he only felt violent turbulence all over his body, but he didn't realize that the golden core in his dantian was floating up and turning quickly, in response to the sudden "change" .
When he calmed down, he opened his eyes again, but suddenly found that the person standing opposite him was himself!
He is standing opposite, then who is he
At this moment, he only listened to the female voice from "myself", "Junior Sister Ding is probably very proud right now. I lost the game, but she won the chance to enter the final. In your eyes, I'm afraid I'm already It became a joke."
Zhao Zhizhi noticed the scene in front of him, the pontoon bridge by the cliff, and the wind rushing past. On the opposite side, he was wearing the costume of an elite disciple of the sect, standing like a pine and cypress, holding a saber, and listening to the woman's words casually.
He vaguely remembered this scene, it was before the finals of the Fairy Competition, Junior Sister Ding broke into the finals, and Senior Sister Wen unexpectedly failed the ranking, which was beyond everyone's expectations. And he accidentally met Senior Sister Wen, standing on the edge of the cliff against the biting mountain wind, looking into the distance. At that time, their relationship had long been estranged, and they didn't say hello when they met, but this time, he was stopped by her.
Right now, he was on her body as if possessing a body, but he couldn't control this body, so he could only speak passively.
I just heard "Zhao Weizhi" on the opposite side say calmly: "Senior sister is worrying too much, no one would think so."
"Yeah, I've heard a lot of people get disappointed that Destiny Child is just that."
"... If Senior Sister has nothing else to do, I will go ahead." He said, "Junior Sister Ding was injured in a competition last time, and Uncle Senior asked me to bring her the medicine."
"Junior brother Zhao, do you know the heart demon?"
This word is like a forbidden word, the moment it came out of her mouth, Zhao Weizhi felt that there were many strange emotions in his heart, irritable, depressed, crazy, and collapsed, all of a sudden surged, making it difficult for him. respite.
This is not his emotion, this is... what Wen Ying once had.
But "Zhao Weizhi" standing in front of her didn't know, he just frowned and said, "Why did senior sister ask this question?"
"I feel that a demon is about to grow in my heart."
"It's just one failure, what is it to the senior sister?" "Zhao Weizhi" was surprised, but also a bit ironic, as if laughing at her and moaning, "Senior sister is the child of destiny, even if you fail once, there will be more in the future." A good opportunity has appeared in front of you, this time, it may be the experience that Heaven has given you, so why should you worry about it?"
The moment the other party finished speaking, Zhao Zhizhi felt his head hum, as if being hit by a heavy hammer, and his heart was filled with voices that did not belong to him.
It turns out that she is not the child of destiny, but Ding Jieyi is, so even if Ding Jieyi only has the aptitude of Wulinggen, he can reach the finals in one fell swoop, and maybe he may even win the championship!
What about her
She has practiced hard for many years. Even though she has countless resources, she has never been able to practice in one day. All she has done is to be able to shoulder the responsibilities given to her by the sect. Capital, completely defeated. The way of heaven is high above, as if watching her joke, with you as an impostor, what can you do even if you are a genius? Sooner or later, you must succumb to the halo of the Son of Destiny!
The madness in his heart turned into wisps of black air surging.
Zhao Zhizhi was clearly aware of this situation, but found that he couldn't stop it, not only couldn't stop it, but he was also affected!
He can only listen to the self-righteous boy in his memory, doing what he thinks is righteous.
"Zhao Weizhi" said: "I have something I want to tell Senior Sister Wen."
No, don't say it.
He sensed the incompleteness in her heart, and no one could bear it easily when the persistence of more than ten years was shattered. He was just possessing himself, but just a little bit of understanding of her state of mind, and he already felt crazy.
It's like pressing a heavy object on a person. Although it hurts and suffers, it can still suffer. But when it is removed, the internal organs cannot withstand the sudden pressure change, and they will quickly shatter and die.
She is now suffocating from this sudden pressure change.
"Junior Sister Ding, she is struggling with the body of a crippled spiritual root. It is not easy. I know that you have targeted her, Senior Sister Wen. I don't know why, but—"
do not talk…
"Sister, please hold your hands high and let her go."
enough…
She nodded blankly, as if she had agreed, and he didn't bother to say goodbye to her, and was about to leave, but he suddenly heard her call: "Little brother..."
"Zhao Zhizhi" was startled, glanced at her and said, "What did Senior Sister Wen call me?"
"It's nothing." She lowered her head, "Go find Junior Sister Ding."
Little brother, I’m in such pain, why can’t you see it, have you forgotten little Ah Ying
Little brother, I am not the child of destiny, I am not, I am just a mortal who stole the fairy clothes, now I have to hand over the clothes, will you still care about me
He didn't miss the moment when he turned around, she thought to herself, nothing was hers anymore.
Even the only person who doesn't care who she is is not hers anymore. This may be the fate arranged by Tiandao for her, allowing her to get everything from the Son of Destiny, and when she is complacent, she will completely drive away the doves who forcibly occupied the magpie's nest, even if there are still people and things that originally belonged to her. Without this identity, the people and things that might be left behind were also given to the other party.
Child of Destiny, is Child of Destiny so important
When Zhao Weizhi heard her question from the bottom of his heart, he suddenly struggled violently. He wanted to tell her that the Son of Destiny is not that important, and it doesn't matter whether she is or not. But it was useless, his words could not reach her heart at all.
He suddenly thought angrily, what is this man of destiny!
How could it turn her into this, and then don't want her anymore.
But he can't do anything, neither listen to her talk, appease her uneasiness, nor sue Tiandao, he knows that this is a memory, and the memory cannot be changed.
The following things flashed one by one like complicated pictures. He possessed her body, watching her conniving Moxiu to hide the devilish energy in the other person's body, and Moxiu found out what she was doing, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction. kindness. She asked her uncle to remind Famen Temple to enforce the martial law, but at the same time, she watched Ding Jieyi walk to the final venue without knowing it.
He could feel the fierce struggle in her heart, she seemed to be separated into two people, one still remembered to guard the sect and shouldered the responsibility, and the other was jealous and crazy about what the Son of Destiny got!
He heard her crying inside, and his little Ah Ying seemed to be shrunk in the corner of his heart, watching the two "shes" use her body as a battlefield, fighting fiercely, fighting for sovereignty, and controlling the body.
One is her who was nurtured by the sect, and the other is her who was driven crazy by the way of heaven.
And she, who was young and weak, could only be destroyed.
His eyes were red, the dark space was shaking, if there were boulders falling one after another, and they were about to hit her, he threw himself towards her!
The golden core in the dantian in the body turned to the extreme, and suddenly, a gap opened!
At this moment, a hoarse and soft female voice came from next to my ear: "Don't move!"
He broke free from the darkness. There was a sharp pain in his dantian, but there was spiritual power flowing in like clear water, nourishing it and preventing the golden elixir from breaking. witch shaves face.
"You are in danger when you form an alchemy, although you form a golden elixir, but..."
Halfway through her words, she felt a surge of energy and blood, and she could only suppress it.
However, at this moment, she didn't know what she saw, and she suddenly froze.
For some reason, Zhao Zhizhi seemed to be able to feel her emotions, only to feel that there was a tender, trusting feeling that did not belong to him in his heart.
"You, why are you here?" She looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the sea of flames.
"Spiritual consciousness is entangled, if we don't separate in time, we may be in danger." Yinyuan's eyes were gentle and clear, Huo Lang seemed to be influenced by him, and they retreated one after another, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you in a mess again?"